Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

Durin, accompanied by Willington, passed through the streets and up the steps. Ultimately, utilizing the ability to walk on water, they crossed the expansive moat and then scaled the city walls using the Spider Walk Spell.


Durin wholeheartedly agreed. In his earlier days, he thought city walls ten meters high were preposterous. Who would have imagined that in a world where sorcerers exist, twenty-meter walls would become the standard? Lower walls signify that the rulers are confident in their military strength.


Cities like Copenhagen, lacking city walls, are on large islands where walls are useless unless the enemy can resolve their landing issues. If the enemy sorts out the landing, then everything is over—no matter how high the walls are, against the enemy's fleet, they are just a target for bombardment.


Chapter 296: Under the Moon